Chapter 9
Hayden
Saturday morning had rolled around, and even though I was an early riser, I wouldn’t have thought Derek would be. Or at least I never thought he’d be calling me at ten o’clock in the morning to go pet-supply shopping. Now I was waiting by the window, heart racing, as I watched for his truck to pull down my street. I lived in a neighborhood with mainly older couples, but it was peaceful. My house was probably nowhere near the size of Derek’s. I couldn’t believe I was going to see where he lived.
My phone rang and it made me jump. That was how nervous I was. I looked down at the screen and it was my mother.
“Hey, Mom,” I greeted her.
“Are your fingers broken?” she scolded.
I groaned, realizing I hadn’t called my parents in two days. “Mom, I’m so sorry. I’ve been workin
